THIS IS PARADISE but/and Mr. V. is dead.

Back to Toronto. New start. Cameron House on Queen Street West. "This is Paradise" it says. It is someone's paradise. Mine when I am there. Could be yours as well. Music: violin, harp, guitar, flute, accordeon, piano, SAW, trombone, drums, banjo. And Kevin Quain with the Mad Bastards. Sunday. Perfect new start. Promising semester.

Post hoc: New amazing start but somehow going back and then forward again. Weird stuff happen when other people get involved; and when YOU get involved.Weird; very weird. Pushes you forward, then feels like it holds you back, then you leave it and go forward again. Regret? No regrets. Everything is part of it.

And then I guess Mister Valentine is dead.

LnJos

Antithesis

Salt plains. Desert. White. Infinite. A non ignorant driver is required. "Hotel de sal" every some kilometers. An ostrich. A pig. Cactus.

Wake up at 4.30am. Drive through desert. Arrive at the geysers. Watch the sunrise. Cold. Blanket. Sun. Boiling earth. Earth. Then in the jeep again. Music: 5 songs (Viva Cochabamba, Lambada, Bolivia and 2 more).

Arrive at the "eaux thermales" source, natural mineral spa. Breakfast. Freezing cold. Warmth. Decision to take off clothes and get in water: difficult (cold...)! Did it. Relaxing. Feels like a heaven in a heaven. Almost silence. Almost because you can still hear the water and some birds. You can feel the water coming out of the ground. Bolivia. Earth.





LnJos

New, different and same.

First life experience in my traveling history. Bolivia. New world for me. Such a different way of living. La Paz: street, colours, "indigenes", loud, food, colectivo, honking, real, busy, children, dos bolivianos, trufi, Angelo Colonial . Poverty -as part of life- is life. That's how it is. Travel with a local, mi amiga paseña Lucia. Villages such as San Juan de Rosario: llamas, children barefoot, almacen, dogs, no asphalt, one car, one motorcicle, chicken.

The "appearance" of people's lives differs from "ours". BUT people are the same. PERSONS. Simpleness. Mothers, children, husbands, bus drivers, homeless people. Nice people. Saudade in the eyes. Close your eyes and see the magic.

LnJos

Air-ports

Air-Ports. Ports. Ports to anywhere. 12 hours waiting in a port. So many destinations. Take any plane and go to a certain anywhere. Whatever anywhere. Announcements for Latin America, for North America, Europe, Caribbean, unknown places, unknown for you, known for others. You are going to one of them. But for now you are there. Alone. For 12 hours. Watching, listening, whistling, singing, taking pictures. Left a whole one-semester-experience behind. Can't sleep on the benches because they are made to prevent people who need sleep from sleeping there. Looking for a spot to immortalize the image of the sunset. Ending up at the 6th floor of a parking lot. In a nonsense city called Miami. On your way to La Paz- Bolivia. Realize that Miami has actually a raison d'être: being a port for elsewhere.

LnJos

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

This is not a leaf.

LnJos

Reflexions of reality

Reflections of reality are fragile. They always depend on reality. But they are always interesting. When reality is interesting, they are even more interesting than reality itself. And when reality is not interesting, the reflexion of it is interesting as not a reality; or as a fact of a non existence. So live in reality even if it's not interesting? Live in a reflexion of it so everything can get interesting? Or live in a reality and run into the reflexion of it every time it gets boring?

LnJos

Escape

Escape. That's the word again. One of the most interesting words I know. Why? You will say because I don't know many words. I would say it aswell. But it's still interesting. It englobes two worlds and a movement. Escape: to where? from where? And then why? It's not just leaving. It's escaping. Secretly? In silence? Is there any possibility to go back? Possibility yes, of course, always. But any chance in practical subjective reality? We never know...

Summer 2009

Athienou, Cyprus

LnJos

New world.

Niagara falls, and falls and falls. But never runs out. Never? Never! Never...??

August 2009

Niagara Falls, Canada

LnJos

Double. And triple. And more. Never the same.

Same. How can it be the same? We change. Everything changes.

Summer 2009

Nicosia, Cyprus

LnJos

Light. Summer.

Nicosia and Paphos (Cyprus)

Summer 2009

LnJos

What is it that makes summer vacations such a great period of the year? Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll is a good answer. But friends, sea, palm trees and a house next to the sea sound great aswell!

No one says though that you can't have both options and mix them as we like...!

That gives many combinations...

Have a nice winter!